Waves washing upon shores in twilight, immersions of grief
reaching out and touching edges of sadness.
Being cut and bleeding from intense shards of death, not
letting anyone enter realms of an uncircumcised private
place.
Awaiting a familiar face and touch that will never again
come, because death has claimed the one you love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem